Ave Maria
by ArisuWonderland
Summary: Austria x Hungary. Proposal, Wedding and Wedding Night. Their Love finally leads to their marriage. Please read and review! 3 chapter story. Possible extra chapter depending on reviews. Lemon.
1. The Proposal

_Ave Maria_

The cold night air chilled the soft musician's fingers. He walked, or more liked paced, on the wooden porch outside of his girlfriend's house, dark coat and a white scarf on his thin figure.

Austria's hands shook violently as he held a small dark blue box in his hand. He let out a shaky breath, he didn't want to make a fool of himself tonight.

Not tonight.

Please, not the night he wanted to propose.

Ever since he thought of the idea of his marriage with his girlfriend, he had been acting especially clumsy.

Like the week before, he had taken Hungary to one of the best restaurants that he knew of. It was a bit unoriginal but he had no other ideas and thought that this would be the best place to propose. She insisted that they go to another place, perhaps one less expensive, but he insisted that the go there. The walls were a beautiful shade of beige and the curtains were accented with a deep red, round tables covered with pure white cloths and clear glassware. A simple bouquet of red roses stood, proudly in the middle of the table, in between Hungary and Austria. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, not being used to such places, but kept a smile on her face for his sake. He ordered for the both of them and they quietly talked about what they usually did, memories, hopes, dreams and other things. When they both finished their dinner, he stood to kneel at her side but as he did so, a waiter was walking behind him with an expensive glass of red wine. The rich wine spilled onto Austria's crisp white shirt, staining from his shoulder to his side. They both apologized profoundly as Hungary watched from a distance, smiling on the inside at how clumsy her lover was. When they left, Austria's face was almost as red as the stain on his shirt. Hungary noticed at how embarrassed he was and stopped to hold his face in her hands. Her small hands wrapped around his jawline, and her eyes forced him to meet with hers. She smiled and kissed his cheek, the very edge of their lips just brushing against each other. Then she took his hand and lead him back home. He silently smiled with relief that she didn't think that he was a fool.

The man held the box in his palm again and opened it, revealing the small ring he bought just for this night. Oh when he saw that ring, he knew it would be perfect for her. Her slim fingers would make it even look more beautiful.

Austria couldn't take much longer of the anxiety and restlessness that he felt, he would have to propose and he would have to do it soon...

"Roderich? You ready?"

He whipped around to see Hungary closing the door behind her and stuttered, "Y-yes..." as he quickly slipped the box into his pocket.

Austria felt his heart skip a beat.

Her hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, her cheeks painted with pink, and a bright smile on her face. Her body was covered with her white coat and a blue scarf covering the soft skin on her neck while her head was was kept warm with a matching beanie. Austria felt his face pinken slightly and his violet eyes shine.

He nervously smiled and held out his hand.

"Let's go."

* * *

Light snow began to fall around the two lovers, as the cold air made their skin flush.

The streets in Vienna where quiet at night, people inside of their warm houses, keeping out the cold. Despite the late night, the street light shone brightly and illuminated the small city. Austria and Hungary silently enjoyed each other's presence and held hands as they walked over the untouched snow.

Thought on the outside, he seemed calm, Austria's mind was going crazy on the inside.

When should he do it?

How?

With what? (Oh right, the ring)

Will she agree?

What if she doesn't say yes?

What would he do?

What would SHE do?

Ah, yes, he could see the disaster in his mind. He would kneel on one knee and hold up the ring and his dignity for sacrifice. She would raise and eyebrow and give a look of disapproval. She would shake her head, knock the ring out his hand and stomp away, leaving him in the wet snow.

"Roderich?" said a small voice that shook him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his petite girlfriend who had a look of confusion on her cute face. "What's wrong?"

"Oh it's nothing...Lizzy."

"Wow, you usually don't call me by my nickname."

"Well, tonight isn't like any other night...", he whispered.

"What was that hun?"

"Nothing, nothing."

He smiled at her and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. She only smiled back and watched the snow fall from the sky, holding his hand tighter.

They walked by small homes of families that lived in Vienna, looking inside the windows as they passed. Some of the homes were empty, families gone for the weekend or visiting other people while others were filled with people, laughing and smiling as food and drinks were passed around. Austria smiled at these people, wishing that he would have a family like that someday, he's lived for hundreds of years, he was getting old soon. Hungary also smiled at the cheerful scene, she watched one of the women in the window holding a small baby in her arms and she silently wished she had a little life like that in her arms.

"Roddy, do you ever want to have kids?"

Austria turned suddenly, very red in the face, "W-w-what are you asking?"

She laughed at her boyfriend's timidness and said, "I'm just asking if you would ever want to raise a child...you know, like a father."

"Oh," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yes, I really would like that. I always wanted a family."

"Someday..." she said leaning her head on his shoulder. He got nervous again and took her by the hand down the street again. "Ahh...Let's go over here, Elizaveta."

He lead her to an emtpy street corner, where the light passing through the stainedglass of a church gave a light blue taint to the air.

They both sat down on the edge of the church's stairs and watched the snow fall to the ground.

"Ummm...Elizaveta, I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now..."

"Hmm? Oh sure, go ahead."

He looked up at his lover, her beautiful face lightly glowing in the light of the stained glass.

Her hair framing her lovely face, red lips barely touching one another.

Then her emerald green eyes turned from the sky straight into Austria's eyes, never blinking.

...

_The door quietly opened as a small figure popped into the room._

_"Austria?"_

_He looked up from his piano sheets to the young man his doorway, "Ah, Holy Rome, how can I help you?"_

_"I have conquered another country, Austria. She shall be under my rule now."_

_"She? "_

_"Yes, Miss Hungary. Please show her what she is to do in the house and where she will sleep."_

_"I understand."_

_As soon as Holy Rome left, another person came into the room, a young lady._

_"You are Miss Hungary, I assume..." he said standing, "It is my pleasure, I am Austria."_

_The young woman did not say anything, instead only stared at the ground. _

_He walked closer to her, "I believe that you are still in shock from being under the Holy Roman Empire's rule. I understand. Please follow me to your room."_

_He took a candle and lead the quiet young lady up the stairs. He looked back to find Hungary still looking down at the ground, carelessly. _

_Austria opened the door and let the woman step in. _

_"Here is where you will be sleeping. Please make your self comfortable. Do not be afraid to ask me if you need anything, my own room is just down the hall."_

_He didn't wait for a reply as he walked out the door. _

_But just before the door closed, he swore he could have heard a small "thank you"._

_Austria smiled._

_..._

"Austria? What did you want to tell me?"

"Ohh..I..."

He wasn't focusing! This was one of the most important nights of his life,he needed to concentrate!

"Elizaveta...I wanted to ask you-"

...

_His body ached with pain._

_He was being taken down piece, by piece. _

_"Mr. Austria?" _

_It was her again. Her lovely face half hidden by the dark shadows. Dirt from the battlefield stained her skin, how dare people bleed on her when she fought them?_

_"Hungary..."_

_She picked up his head from the ground and placed her apron underneath it. _

_"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." _

_"Hungary, please don't blame yourself."_

_She laughed lightly, "Same old Austria..."_

_..._

He let out a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes.

"Elizaveta, I love you. I always have. Even when we were kids and I always was beat up by you, I knew that you were something special and I would never let you go. When we were both under the Holy Roman Empire's rule, I always wanted to tell you how much I cared about you..."

...

_Austria turned the wheels on his wheelchair as he passed his bedroom. He made his way to his bed and attempted to climb on it. He still wasn't used to being in this situation, it had only been a few months after the war, he awoke from his coma 2 weeks ago and had to be in a chair for a while. _

_"Need help?" The familiar figure stood in the door way_

_He smiled sadly. "It's okay, I can handle it."_

_Slowly he climbed onto the bed, he sat on the edge and looked up at her with tears in his eyes. _

_He silently held his head in his hands as quiet sobs shook his body. _

_She sat along with him and held him, "Don't worry. We'll be okay."_

_..._

"You've always been there for me. We've lived over 21 centuries, but you are the only person that has ever seen me as a person not a nation. Elizaveta, we have seen two world wars, revolutions and our nation's unification and separation. But you are only one that I can say I have loved. We both know that we will live forever, and I want to spend the rest of that time with you. _Roderich _wants to spend his life with you, not Austria.

Elizaveta, Will you marry me?"

Austria kneeled infront of Hungary, gently offering the ring in his palm.

...

_"That one is the milky way, isn't it?"_

_The two lovers laid on the grass, watching the night sky on a hot summer night. He didn't know how she convinced him to take a walk and how it lead to them laying on the ground._

_Fireflies flew above them, occasionally shining on their soft skin. He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced at the young woman next to him. _

_"You know, our leaders want us to get married."_

_"...I know."_

_"I'm sorry, if it were up to me, I wouldn't force you to do anything."_

_"I know and that's okay. We're nations before we're people, right?"_

_"Yes."_

_"Someday I want to marry for love, you know? Just don't know when..."_

_"That's alright, you will know when the time comes."_

_..._

"Yes."

Tears filled her own eyes.

"Yes."

She brought her hands over her own heart.

"Of course, Roderich. I love you. Yes, I want to marry you."

Austria smiled and placed the ring on her own hand. He kissed her lips shyly, "I love you."

Hungary hugged Austria and both of them fell to the ground. "I love you too"

They got up and almost walked on air back to their home as the light snow continued to fall around them.

As they did, Hungary thought of how she would have the wedding she's always wanted with the man that she's always dreamed of and held the shining ring close to her heart.

* * *

And there it is! Hope you like it! :D

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	2. The Wedding

_Oh my...this took so long D: Thank you for everyone for their reviews! Keep them coming! _

_P.S I didn't write these vows! I just thought that they were very cute..._

_I don't own Hetalia either! But please enjoy! :D_

Hungary sighed as she opened her heavy eyelids; it was way too early for anyone to be awake right now.

The softness of the sheets tickled her exposed skin and made her smile.

She turned over in her bed hugging her soft white pillow as she did so and proceeded to close her eyes once again, sleep was always a good thing…

"Lizzy! Wake up, wake up!" said a familiar voice form the foot of her bed.

"Huh?" she said in response. Hungary sat up a little and stretched as she saw her old friend in her room.

Italy stood at the foot of her bed, bright face almost as bright as the sun. He had his training uniform on and "special" curl bouncing in the air.

"Morning Feli! Why are you up so early? You usually don't wake up until noon…" she asked as she yawned. She also saw Germany leaning in the door way, "Good Morning, Germany…" she said smiling.

He gave a small head nod and said good morning back.

"Ve? You don't remember, Lizzy?" he said, sitting on the edge of her bed, next to her.

She thought for a moment, last night she had a party with the other female nations, for a reason…but what?

Oh yeah.

She was getting married.

Hungary felt her stomach almost drop to the floor.

Hungary was marrying Austria.

Today.

She quickly got out of bed, ran around the room, gathering her things that she would need for the day.

"Lizzy, calm down! Ve~ We have everything ready! All you have to do is follow us!" said Italy, holding up his hands.

"We need to get you down stairs so that you can get ready at Poland's house," said Germany looking down and blushing because of Hungary's nightgown.

She nodded in agreement and threw on some clothes, and walked down the stairs.

Hungary heard her husband's voice downstairs and heard his footsteps click on the floor.

"Yes, the flowers are to be delivered to the church and the hall…exactly, exactly…thank you very much."

He was pacing all around the room, partially dressed and running a hand through his hair.

"No, no…not yellow roses, white ones…all out? But we ordered them 6 months ago!..Yes, yes I understand…Alright. Thank you." Austria ran a hand in his hair again, he sighed again a leaned with one arm on the doorway. Hungary walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, pushing her face into his warm back. Austria turned around quickly and immediately moves away, "Ah, Hungary! G-good morning! S-shouldn't y-you be at Poland's house?"

"No not yet, I just wanted to say 'good morning' to you before I left,"

"O-oh well, thank you."

She looked at him curiously, "You seem kinda nervous, Roddy…"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I'm sorry, Eliza. It's just the thought of you and me, you know…getting married. I mean, not that I don't want to! I-I really do! Because you're so…you know…ahh..b-beautiful and…a-and

She tried not to smile but she couldn't contain her laughter and Hungary covered her mouth to laugh.

"Austria…" she said, laughing.

He looked at her and only blushed deeper, pouting slightly.

She took his face into her hands and forced their eyes to meet. "Relax…" she said, "If you love me, then everything will turn out fine, I promise."

She offered out her pinky to him, and he looked at her hand then back at her eyes.

Austria took Hungary's pinky his and squeezed lightly. The gentle gesture made both lovers smile and let their eyes met again. They quietly got closer to one another, eyes closing when their soft lips met.

"AWWWW! ISN'T THAT JUST THE SWEETEST THING?" said a voice from behind them.

Poland was holding his hands to face with little hearts in his eyes. Italy and Germany were standing behind him, Italy also smiling.

Austria scooted away, embarrassed and muttered something under his breath while Hungary only laughed.

"Okay, you two no more kisses until the church service! Come on Hungary, we have to get you ready!" said Poland taking Hungary's hand. She waved good bye to Austria and headed out the door with Poland and Italy. Germany stayed behind with his fellow Germanic nation.

"You'd better get dressed," said Germany, "It's not everyday that nations marry…"

...

Hungary was waiting in a small room inside of the cathedral; she was waiting for her call to come up to walk down the aisle. He looked at herself in the mirror; even she would admit that she looked pretty.

Light makeup covered her face; it evened her fair skin and made her look almost like porcelain. Blush rested upon her cheeks, giving her an innocent look while her lipstick made her lips look plump and enticing. Mascara completed the "innocent" look and her golden brown eye shadow accented her green eyes. She sighed quietly and looked at her dress; she picked it out because she thought that Austria would like it.

It was a simple dress, went out slightly, a princess kind of feel, not too much and too little. A sweetheart neckline covered her chest, exposing just enough for her chest. Beads decorated the dress, making a perfectly simple dress.

And on Hungary, it looked absolutely beautiful.

She lightly put her veil on her hair, which was in a bun with strands framing her face.

He peeked out the door, just to see who was already there. It seemed like the whole world (literally) was there. America was sitting next to England, sipping on what seemed to be a milkshake while he was yelling at him, France right next to them. China and Russia next to one another (Belarus not far behind), Ukraine next to them. Spain, Romano, Switzerland, Liechtenstein and the other European nation sat in a row, while Japan sat silently in between Turkey and Greece. Up near the altar, Germany and Prussia stood next to each other in their suits while Belgium and Italy stood on the other side, in dresses. Italy waved at Germany, who only blushed because of his dress. Austria stood nervously to one side, his formal military uniform pressed and perfect. A single rose was in his front jacket pocket.

Hungary could only gaze, he was handsome as ever. She slipped inside the room again and waited in silence.

Finally, she would marry Austria.

They would have a family.

They would live forever, watching their countries develop.

They would love each other, forever.

Her heart beat faster, when she left the room everything would change.

…

Austria shifted nervously while he stood at the front of the cathedral. He fixed his military uniform, the same one we wore during the war of Austrian succession. Of course, he had gotten it fixed and cleaned but the only thing that he did different was a single rose in his jacket. He looked in one of the windows of the cathedral, his curl stood up as always and his caramel brown hair fell around his face as always.

Austria sighed silently, when his lover would walk up that aisle, everything would change. His hands trembled softly, just like the day a few moths ago when he proposed, in front of the very cathedral that he stood in now.

His mind drifted to his memories, that morning just after they had gotten to the cathedral.

…

He walked into the room, to finish getting ready and he found his petite fiancé sitting on the ground, looking down.

"Elizaveta? What's wrong?" he said concerned, kneeling down to face her, "Do you feel sick?"

"No, I'm just…" she began to say. Tears filled her eyes, lips pouting slightly. She brought her knees to her chest, and buried her face in her knees.

"Just…what?"

She only looked down again.

"Please don't be afraid."

"What?" she said, looking up.

"Don't be afraid…remember what you said? That everything will be okay if we love each other. So, please…don't be afraid, to love me. "

Austria took her hand and helped her up.

He picked a small hard candy from his pocket; he unwrapped it and pushed it to her lips. She took it into her mouth and let the sugar stop her tears. He wiped her tears with his thumbs and said, "There we go…"

She smiled at her old Austria, always having hard candy in his pocket, "Thank you." she said quietly.

"I really do care about you…"

"I know, me too."

…

Austria was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard people sit down in their seats and the quartet begin to play. Ah, yes, he knew the piece well, Ave Maria, one of his favorite melodies. The violin strings vibrated slowly and softly, small noted resonated in the vast room, creating a sound that lightened his heart.

He trembled softly, the anxiety and stress all faded away. Nothing mattered anymore; it was just going to be him and Hungary, his wife.

The angelic bride floated down the aisle, simple red roses contrasted against her pure white dress. A virgin blush was hiding her veil, and her heart fluttered more and more with every step she took.

_Ave María, gratia plena._

_María, gratia plena…_

The soft morning light shone through the windows and the cathedral's large door, making Hungary's supple skin glow with radiance.

Beautiful.

This was the only word that was on Austria's frozen mind.

Stunning…

Amazing…

Breath-taking…

He wanted to die a happy man there.

The audience gasped and sighed at the bride's beauty and watched her float down he aisle.

Before he knew it, this angel was in front of him, smiling ever so gently at him.

He felt as if he was blessed by god to have this woman looking at him. In awe, he smiled back.

_Ave María, gratia plena._

_María, gratia plena…_

Ever so lightly, he raised the veil, revealing his new bride to his own eyes. Austria felt his heart beat uncontrollably at the sight of her, did he deserve something so fragile and beautiful?

Today, he would find out.

Together, they took each other's hands and stared straight into each other's eyes. Austria saw the same excitement in Hungary's eyes. Almost like fear, or anxiety.

The priest besides them spoke words of beauty; he blessed and wished them happiness in the presence of god. They kneeled in front of the altar and took the body and blood of their god, together.

And then, at last, it was time for the change of rings and vows.

The wise old priest fixed his glasses and said, "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.  
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.  
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.  
Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.  
May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years.  
May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long  
upon the earth. Treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves  
often of what brought you together. Give the highest priority to the tenderness,  
gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves.  
When frustration, difficulties and fear assail your relationship,  
as they threaten all relationships at one time or another,  
remember to focus on what is right  
between you, not only the part which seems wrong.  
In this way, you can ride out the storms  
when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives -  
remembering that even if you lose sight  
of it for a moment, the sun is still there.  
And if each of you takes responsibility for the quality  
of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight."

He turned to Austria and gave him a gesture to place the ring on Hungary's hand.

He took the shining ring from the small box that Sealand handed him and delicately slid it onto her hand, while repeating the vows they wrote.

"I, Roderich Edelstein, take you, Elizaveta Héderváry, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. You are now consecrated to me as my wife from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I ask you to be mine "

It was now Hungary's turn, she took the other ring and copied what Austria had done.

"I, Elizaveta Héderváry, take you, Roderich Edelstein, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. You are now consecrated to me as my husband from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I thee wed "

The small man smiled, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Austria turned to his new wife; he looked at her to ask her for permission. He was so flustered that even his ears were red. Hungary could only smile; she nodded slightly and leaned towards him.

His rosy cheeks became red when he saw his innocent wife smile and nod at him. He closed his eyes until they were the slightest bit open. Then when their lips met each other, Austria closed his eyes fully and felt his heart swell with happiness. Everyone in the room clapped when the two newly weds kissed.

Hungary and Austria broke the kiss and walked down the aisle into the sunset, where their new lives began.

_Ave Maria  
Mater Dei  
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus  
Ora pro nobis  
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus  
Nunc et in hora mortis_

_Ave Maria __…_

….

The room was dimly lit, soft piano music playing in the back ground. Candles stood in the middle of each table, pearl white dishes along with them. The whole room was alive with chatter and laughter, people smiling, catching up and toasting to the newlyweds. Austria and Hungary were at the front of the room, sitting at the table, made just for the two.

She held his hand tighter, "Can you believe it?"

He smiled, "It's almost unreal. We're married, but not as nations."

She leaned on his shoulder, letting the constant buzz of the room ring in between them

"I love you…"

Austria froze.

She just said that she loves him

She. Loves. Him.

What should he say? Tell her how you feel back! Tell her you love her! He had only told her once before that he loves her, it was on the night he proposed.

"I lo-"he began to say but was cut off by a deep voice in the room.

It was Germany; he stood up from seat and called everyone's attention. "At this time, I would like to give a toast to the newly weds, anyone who wishes to saw a few words please feel free to. I shall go first…"

Germany turned to Austria and Hungary, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his champagne lazily.

"_Vetter, _I want to wish you the best in your marriage. I know that you two will be happy in each other's presence. You two love each other, I know that. You will not find another woman like Elizaveta, she really is something special. I am sure that every other nation in this room is happy for both of you. Please, take care of one another. You two are meant for each other."

Claps echoed through the room, and Austria walked over to Germany to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hungary was surprised at this, Austria usually never showed his feelings so openly, but now he was smiling and hugging and kissing.

It was then announced that it was time for the newlywed's first dance.

Austria blushed softly when he was lightly pushed forward by Germany, but he still confidently walked towards the dance floor. Hungary followed, walking to the middle of the dim lighted room.

Slow vibrating notes and a waltz quietly played in the room, it was a soft melody, romantic and dream like.

He placed his hands on her waist shyly and another holding her hand. Slowly, they danced to the music, the candles making their skin glow dimly. After the music vibrated strongly, the full strings could be heard and it was almost painfully beautiful. The two lover's hearts fluttered, it was almost unreal. It was no longer filled with people, it was just them. It was just the two teenagers living in Holy Roman Empire's house.

It was just Roderich.

It was just Elizaveta.

It was just them.

Austria looked up from the spot on the floor that he had been staring at for the last few minutes and felt his stomach drop when he saw his wife's lovely face. Her eyes were half closed, tears running down a flushed cheek and her lips pulled into a smile, glowing with her own natural beauty.

He wiped her tears with his hand, and brought her head to his shoulder. Hungary smiled into his shoulder and cried joyously while still waltzing. She pulled him closer, closing the gap that kept them apart. Her own chest pressed against his, but he did not blush, because he took the movement as a sign of love.

When the song came near it's end, Hungary pressed her forehead to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. They both closed their eyes in response.

Tears came to the more sensitive guests and hearts were melted when they saw they two.

At last, the song ended and they two kissed shortly, before claps once again echoed in the room.

Through the night people drank and danced, blurred visions and laughter filled the room.

Austria sat with his fellow nations and did the same when suddenly he was pulled away by an unknown person. He struggled against the strong hand that covered his mouth and eyes but it was useless it was too strong. When he was let go, Austria turned quickly to find his old friend, Prussia smirking at him.

"Prussia? What in god's name do you want?"

"Jeeze," said the taller man, walking around him, "Just wanted to talk to ya for a sec! See that you're still a stuffed shirt even after ya married…"

Austria's eyebrows furrowed, "What is it?"

"Well~ I just came to give ya some advice…for tonight."

Tonight?

"W-what do you mean?" Austria said suddenly interested, he didn't want to ruin anything…

"I'm just saying that ya gotta keep your lady happy now that yer married. I mean, you're still a virgin, seriously…"

Austria blushed furiously. " How are you even sure of that!"

Prussia gave him a smirk and Austria only looked away, "So what if I am…" he said.

"Well, I'm not so sure if Liz over there is, what she already isn't? What if the other guy was better than you?"

Austria eye's opened wide. Would she still…love him, even if he wasn't so…good?

"Think about it," said Prussia, "you have to do everything to make that girl as happy as possible…"

Austria turned and saw Hungary chatting and laughing with her friends.

"I mean, ya love her, right?"

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